Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Jiuyao shook her head, said with a smile: "I didn't think about it, I'll clean it up, you're definitely not as careful as I am, you go outside and wait."

"Need not……"

"Go out, I'll come."

Su Jiuyao was very persistent, and took the duster in his hand.

Lin Zihang didn't leave, how could it be possible to let the girl do the work by herself and stand outside to cool off?

The two cleaned up together.

When cleaning the room, Su Jiuyao was in a strange mood, she thought about many things.

What is the story of the lady who lived here?And with what mood do you live alone by the sea far away from the village?

When wiping the mirror on the dressing table, she seemed to see the woman who used to dress in front of the mirror.

It must have been a melancholy, stubborn man.

A kind of unreasonable sadness rose from the bottom of Su Jiuyao's heart.

She couldn't help laughing to herself, is this empathy too strong, otherwise how could she care so much about a complete stranger.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, it was a message, which interrupted her thoughts.

Gu Hanye sent it, asking if she had breakfast.

Su Jiuyao replied: "No."

"Share your location."

"Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"

"It's just a cold, be good, share the location."

Su Jiuyao couldn't hold him back in the end, so she shared the seat with Gu Hanye.

Before Gu Hanye arrived, she and Lin Zihang had already finished cleaning the small room. After all, it was just dust, so it didn't take much effort to clean it.

The two walked out of the wooden house to breathe, and waited for Gu Hanye to come over by the way.

Su Jiuyao glanced at the bouquet of roses through the window. When she comes back next year, the roses will be completely withered.

I don't know how Uncle Lin will feel every time he opens the door and sees the flowers he put down last year wither and wither without being cared for.

Did Uncle Lin ever expect that when he comes back next year, the house will be completely new and the fragrance of flowers will be overflowing.

That kind of unreasonable sadness once again occupied her heart.

Su Jiuyao took a deep breath, thinking to herself, why are there so many sad emotions today.

She decided to divert her attention, and walked into the small garden behind the house that Lin Zihang had mentioned.

The crooked fences, the overgrown weeds and wild flowers, it is indeed extremely desolate.

When the wind blows, a strange fragrance hits, Su Jiuyao let out a "huh", she usually likes flower arrangement, and used to study Chinese herbal medicine, so she is familiar with the fragrance of many common flowers.

But she didn't have much impression of this taste.

She was trying to find the source of the fragrance when she suddenly heard someone calling her.

"Little Jiu."

It's a woman's voice.

Su Jiuyao suddenly turned her head, only to find Lin Zihang standing outside the small garden, and saw Gu Hanye walking from a distance.

Immediately, she felt a burst of dizziness, and quickly shook her head, but a stronger sense of dizziness hit her.

She felt the ground turned into soft silk, and the garden was instantly filled with flowers.

Then she fell softly towards the ground, and finally fell into a strong arm, and saw that the person hugging her was Gu Hanye.

He also vaguely heard Gu Hanye and Lin Zihang calling her name, but her tongue was numb and she couldn't speak.

I just remember that Gu Hanye picked her up and ran quickly, calling her name while walking.

His voice was like a thread, tugging at her consciousness all the time.

Gu Hanye carried her to the small road. In her eyes, the flat road turned into a dark river.

Su Jiuyao was very frightened, and tightly grasped Gu Hanye's clothes.

I don't know how long Gu Hanye walked, a car stopped beside them, and a person got out of the car, talking to Gu Hanye.

Su Jiuyao felt ringing in her ears and couldn't hear clearly.

After that, Gu Hanye unexpectedly handed her over to that person.

"Gu Hanye..."

Su Jiuyao struggled to utter the last sound, and finally completely lost consciousness.